..no. In spite of the fact that I look down at my crotch, thismoment, in these slacks, no dick, no balls, I see only the creases of awoman, her vulva... her lips, her pussy. Nothing and everything. Herbeautiful, wonderful, alluring, mysterious pussy. My pussy. No. I need to figure this out. I need to figure out how this happened.What happened. That voice on the phone. Who is that man? Why am I here?I can't be here. I am here.Calm. I needed to calm myself. I need Jen's help. I think. . "Fuck," said Mac."Not yet. There's more searching to do here," replied Dr. Cooper to denyhimself immediate gratification. Mac looked at him in astonishment.The two men proceeded upstairs."Mac, over here!" Dr. Cooper cried. "Look!" He pointed to a large, human-sized wardrobe filled with French maid outfits. On the sides of thewardrobe was stenciling. The stenciling was in script, human script, notalien script. The script was in all caps, bold, underlined Arial 256 fontand spelt: 'Harkton Maids. The son of a bitch leaned back at that exact instant to say something to his friend. The shot hit him in the shoulder instead of the middle of his chest. The passenger staggered for a second, then lunged toward the car's back seat.Alpha 1 had chambered another round and was taking aim at the target's side – that was all he could do with the man draped over the side of the car. Before he could shoot, the terrorist's body jerked violently toward the front of the car and the windshield was awash. A fleeting kiss, a portent of what was to come was a mere introduction.Tanya broke; Jack trembled with arousal.Tanya turned her back to him and watched intently as her womanly body flexed with each small seductive step. Taking his hand in hers, Fay squeezed it in reassurance."When Fay told me she had met a man that could satisfy her and wanted to have his arse fucked, I was intrigued," added Tanya."Uh huh," replied Jack absently.Tanya turned slowly as Jack stared fully at her. She placed down.